Private Where The Sea Takes Us

[Lyras Valein]

"Finding, Friends?"

Tags - Jenn Kryze , Reina Daival

The waters of Scarif were almost too perfect.

Sunlight fractured through the surface in golden ribbons, glimmering off the coral spires like liquid glass. Schools of silver-blue fish wheeled past her in synchronized bursts, dispersing when her crimson tail cut through their midst. Lyras Valein drifted lazily beneath the reef's shadow, fingers trailing through curtains of kelp that swayed in time with the current. Even here, in paradise, the silence pressed in.

She'd come here between assignments—at least that's what she told herself. A brief reprieve. The Dark Court had no presence on Scarif, no duties, no reports. The only sound was the slow, steady pulse of the tide and the faint whisper of her own heartbeat in her gills. It should have been peaceful. Instead, it was lonely.

Lyras surfaced with a soft exhale, water streaming from her hair in sheets of scarlet light. The horizon stretched endlessly before her, all glittering waves and distant atolls. Somewhere nearby, tourists laughed over drinks and droids ferried cargo between resorts. She floated for a long moment, watching the clouds roll like lazy giants overhead.

"Not even a patrol," she muttered, half to herself, half to the sea. "Figures."

The siren's hum carried faintly across the water, a gentle note that rippled through the shallows and sent a pod of seabirds wheeling into the air. She smiled faintly at their reaction—at least something had heard her. She hadn't meant for the note to escape, but her voice always seemed to leak into the world when she was bored.

Maybe that was why she missed the others. Virelia's soldiers, the endless bustle of Malachor's spires, the quiet pulse of discipline and danger. Here there was no command to issue, no system to maintain. Just herself—and the water.

She brushed a strand of wet hair from her face and glanced toward the beach. There were people there. Dozens, maybe more. Some splashing in the surf, others dozing under sunshades. It wasn't her element, not really. But the ache in her chest—the one that had nothing to do with gills or breath—made her hesitate only a moment.

With a flick of her tail, she swam toward shore, each motion smooth as song. Maybe she'd find someone interesting to talk to. Or at least someone who didn't mind sharing the sun.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | Scarif
| Objective | We swim, we sing; by sea we are

The waters of Scarif were as refreshing as ever. Tropical warmth, pleasant for one to swim in - much unlike cold, cold Kamino. Jenn could remember the first time she dipped her fins on each of these worlds, and realized that her new nature as an aquatic being hardly made a stormy sea more pleasant. Oh, there was an appeal, to swimming in a storm, but only when one was prepared for it, in body and mind alike! ​

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Not today, however. Jenn's many failures haunted her, and so she found herself retreating deeper and deeper into isolation and melancholy, skirting the edge of known space in order to be left alone, content to pursue her craft as a Forgemistress with few equals... on those occasions when the sea did not sing out to her, called her home. And when it did, she found herself drawn back to familiar waters. None more so than those of Scarif.​

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The Mandalorian would, normally, be content to swim as naked as the day she was born. There was something so very liberating about it, really, to find all of herself embraced by the ocean's invisible grasp. Alas, with the world falling under the banner of the Mandalorian Empire, she found it more prudent not to forego the armaments integral to her vambraces, prepared as she was for the eventuality of some upstart seizing their chance to kill the Alor of House Kryze. Her story, diminished as it seemed to be now, could not end on such a disappointing note.​

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And so she swam, languid in the motions of her tail, sometimes stopping to reach out and grasp her own fin with her hands, gloved digits caressing the silk-like texture of it. Soft, yes, but not translucent as she heard some of those sisters-never-met possessed. They were all so different, if what the information she had found about her own kind was accurate. Much like herself, the Mandalorian found strength, even in the softest part of her bein. Seemingly satisfied, she headed a little closer to the surface, still taken in admiration of her own self - how the light of day shone upon her scales, letting her admire the manner in which the main body of them evoked uniformity, even as those nearing the sides became interspersed with darker touches of blue.​

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Then came the hum. It should have been but that - a mere hum, to be lost in the waves, and not dragged by the current to the Ersansyr's ears. That, alone, was enough to rouse her interest. Still lurking beneath the surface, yet close enough to it for someone to spot her and the manner in which her tail slipped past the surface at times, she lifted her helm from her visage, if only for the note to carry more clearly, and perhaps a little more honestly, and let it drift...​

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In a return call of sorts, a note of her own. A greeting, and beauty besides, returned.​

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Lyras Valein
Reina Daival ​

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Lyras Valein Jenn Kryze

Scarif. The first world in Reina's travels. Of course, whilst she was trying to find purpose in her travels, today was going to be a day for enjoyment. Relaxation. Something she had so desperately ignored. Carefully folding her robes to rest on the beach whilst she relied on her wetsuit. Of course, it wasn't something she needed with her new nature, but it was a habit. She had always worn one when diving, even as a child. With her robes folded carefully, the redhead then left her blade atop of it, as if for safekeeping. A Blade that had been stained in blood, in the same way as Reina had been internally. That's what today was about as well. Cleansing herself of the stains that still lingered.

With that being said, she slowly waded her way through to the waters of Scarif, deep enough until she could submerge herself beneath the waves, letting herself shift. It wouldn't have hurt her to use her legs to swim through the waters, but it was slowly becoming far more natural for her to use her new traits. In a way, she no longer rejected her new state of being as a curse. Some kind of mistake. It hadn't been natural of course, and it wasn't who she had always been. But that was in the past. She had to focus on who she wanted to be now. Who she wanted to be in the future. It was a path she was slowly treading on in her own way.

What awaited her at the end of the river, one might ask? Would she continue to follow the tide of the Jedi? Would she make her own way downstream, like she always used to? Or were there stormy waters that awaited her fate? She could not answer it herself. There were tasks she still had yet to do. Training she had yet to commit herself. People she had still yet to find. More and more thoughts weighed heavily on her mind and her heart, yet in this moment she found herself floating amongst the waves, her hair floating around her as if she wore a head of sunset coloured kelp.

That was when she heard it. The notes being carried by the currents. It caused Reina to freeze for a moment. She hadn't met another Ersansyr since her...alteration. The redhead had known some before it had happened of course, but hadn't been able to meet any of them. Everything she had learned about herself, her new abilities, she had learned herself. Learned alone. There was a part of her that was hesistant. That believed she should run from the notes, to deny herself finding anyone like herself...but instead, she followed the notes. Holding her own tongue still. Reina rarely sang. Even now. When she did, they were preserved for moments when she was alone. There was very few she could recall who had heard her melodies now...It was something she had kept to herself. Even now she did the same, as she swam through the waters.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

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